The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted roots burst out of the air itself, like, thick as houses, and stretch down towards the ground, merging with the dense underbrush of a primeval forest. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying plant matter, and the humidity's so high it's almost palpable. The roots seem to be... channeling a low-frequency hum that's somehow synchronizing the growth patterns of the surrounding vegetation, which is weaving itself into cryptic, glyph-like formations. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson, and the sun's nowhere to be seen.